She was an old-fashioned kitty, and he was unsure he wanted to date her.
She will have you running down the aisle said his cousin Gator.
She was a pretty little thing, he saw that from across a large ball room.
Don’t think of her his mother said. You do not want to be a groom.
Her green eyes delighted, enticed, and said come hither, Mr. Mought.
I am scared of this gorgeous unsullied feline, he very often thought.
His heart said buy some smothered catnip cookies and ask if we can call.
He noted when Miss Vee was around, he felt more masculine and tall.
Mr. Mought, you cannot be serious! I thought you were a bachelor to the end.
He rolled his eyes at his neighbor. Maybe he was not a kind or loving friend.
He took her out for a picnic to share herring and some tuna marmalade.
She was not only beautiful but kind, and he ended up proposing in the glade.
Categories:
goner, cat,
Form: Rhyme
I dreamed last night of your warm embrace
Waking in terror with tears on my face
Only a dream I sit here alone
Not able to grasp why you are gone
I wait patiently for your voice your smell your touch
Only wasting for days there is no such luck
I should live keep going be strong
But my heart died with you it's gone
Categories:
goner, angst, beautiful, black love,
Form: Free verse
You aimless corpse,
Why have you not returned
To the depths of the forest floor?
To the desolated mountain lake,
Where the waters are cold as ice
Like sharp needles on burnt skin
You still cease this life
Categories:
goner, death, longing, loss, lost,
Form: Free verse
Veteran Almost a Goner
Were all bodily harmed and almost a goner
Yet they still returned home with much honor
And how sad it is and breaks our hearts
See them standing or sitting with missing parts.
History has proven and always fully shown
When there had ben death or a broken bone
Hardships handicapped continued to endure
Modest and wanting to remain obscure.
Humiliated did go through night and day
What a terrible price they had to pay
We remained at home and our faces feeding
Successful program should start and be leading.
No handicapped soldier shall be left alone
And should be treated like one of our own
Every time I start to look in my mirror
Start to cry and my eyes become tearier.
When will we finally wake up again
On a positive note this surely will end
As long as we face it and away do not run
Thanking everyone for what they have done.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
goner, veterans day,
Form: Couplet
Deb(don't call her Debra) Wilson
R.I.P.
Here lies Deb who was a late bloomer
Good thing she had a sense of humor
Cos' she's turned into dust
So it's Heaven or bust!
For this fun-loving baby boomer
** for POETIC EPITAPH contest
sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
goner, death, funny
Form: Epitaph
I can't trust this feeling
that I get when we're alone
one look from those gray eyes
baby I'm a goner don't you know
you're turning away from me
trying to ignore this chemistry
this thing that we each know
that's much stronger than us both
I can't trust one little hug
not even one little kiss
don't get to close to me darlin'
I can't trust myself like this
so baby, send me a text message
or you can call me on the phone
but keep your distance sweetheart
I can't be trusted with you alone
Categories:
goner, funnyme, me, trust,
Form: Verse